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Monthly Archives: June 2013

This
Is a love letter
well, a few specially picked ones actually, that I found just lying around, waiting to be used
and abused, as only I can.

So, this is to you…
Yes, you…

The gratitude
within me
for meeting you
for sharing
time
space
energy
The sheer rapture
of traveling
this path with you
can only be shown
by me
dropping to my knees
to Thank You
from the very full circumference
of the predominantly precious capacity
(plus a bit extra)
of my humbled
overflowing
love beating heart…

When I look back
upon each memory
my being swells
with undefinable
undeniable joy
For each gift
of pure light
shade of grey
or pitchest of black
Enabled and allowed growth
not otherwise found
not any
that I would have ever experienced
if it hadn’t been for…You

For that, I love

Time
is relevantly irrelevant
on that timeline
as I’m sure you’ve noticed
If not been jabbed
in the main vein
and succumb to the addiction yourself
you’ve possibly felt others melt
beneath the covers
and spelt their worldly woes and wonders
in throes of highly intoxicated tweet hunger…
ie… Me…

Time ~ is ticking

I can feel it
slipping beneath these fingertips
that seem to have lost their way
I can taste
the change in the air
a warm breeze sweeping through
flicking the pages of my book

I’ll be around
I’m not even going to pretend that I can avoid that timeline
However
a new chapter of mine
is itching
to be scribed

Your support
Friendship
and understanding
of the path I’m planning on traveling
as a prospective author
Is more than
I could have ever hoped for

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Disclaimer: I am an aspiring author
Disclaimer: I am human
Disclaimer: I am

Ok… Now that’s sorted, I have a few things that sit upon my chest, and I feel that they are causing a certain amount of interference with my continuance on this path.

So, this, is the Megan Kay: Exposé

A delve into my time
in the twittersphere if you will.
Ready??
I’m not… *Grits teeth*

I’m a multi account user.
It began as one.
Megan K…
Funny, I’m back to square one after 15months of running around the twitterverse adorning all kinds of masks…
So, Megan morphed into Grey-sessed…
Because if there’s going to be three or four films, Ian Somerhalder should be the one we’re all ogling!
Don’t get me started Bomer fans!
What could be better than a Vampire turned Dominant…? (Rhetorical)
*Lifts the hand for you to talk to*

Anyway, my kinky time on twitter, was born from there.
Hubby and I opened a joint account.
That lasted about six weeks before we decided that we wanted to play separately. And play, we did!
Eye was born. Under the covers of Masked Mayhem, Eye, was able to share all of my deviant desires.
If you know anything about me, or this account, you’d know, that I am an explorer of both sides of the D/s lifestyle.
To put it mildly, I enjoy both ends of the crop.
To put it truthfully, how I live my private life, really has nothing to do with anybody other than me, my husband, and those we choose to share our story with.
Let the fun begin!
Just who eye am.

Eye teased, and taunted, men and women worldwide, excluding Australia, due to not wanting to bump into a follower in real life.
Eye never took a roleplay partner for it was limiting, to my goal.
And that goal, was to fuck as many tweeps with my words that I could.
I was soon labeled an RP whore.
The people that I wrote with, always knew, that I was only there to expand my writing skills.
Yeah… That didn’t go down too well, as unbeknown to me, twitter is actually a free to finger dating site.
My bad…
Over time, I have found some of the most wonderful people.
I’ve written filthy sex scenes of blood lusted submission and Dominance, with some truly twisted minds.
Been taken into some of the most outrageously humiliating sides of debauchery, and loved how truly disgusting two people’s minds could be when the trust and respect for the word was present.
What I have found, is that the freedom to be anybody and experience all, can be found within these splendid letters.
Eye was hated, as much as admired. With an ever growing number of erotic pictures on my phone, 7k to be accurate, Eye pleasured a plethora of erogenous zones.
Now I say Eye, because, she was a character, a vampire switch.
Not human. Not available. Not real.
What a joke!
Behind the lines, the most heart wrenching emotions were confronted. Tweeps turning into friends, that then just disappeared over night. Stalkers, opening multiple accounts and harassing my timeline and dms, and love, be it warranted or unrequited, love for another writer, friend, human was imminent.
With love, comes hate…
I always strived to enter upon any twitterationship with honesty, and the united metaphoric handshake, that I was not here to hurt anybody.
Unfortunately, not all have come with that same agenda, nor care factor, so a few blocks here and there were thrown, to me, and from me…
Now… I don’t hide that I’m married, and most of my writer friends are married also. A bind that allows a little freer reign with the words.
I will say, that through my journey, there is only one man, that has shared me with his wife, and they, will forever hold a special place in my heart. Although, live on the opposite end of this huge orb we dwarf daily.
There must be something in the thrill of the secret that has so many brilliant minds unable or unwilling to share their true selves with the loved one that shares their bed.
I don’t know how they manage it, and frankly, I don’t envy it for a second! Each and every experience my hubby and I have had upon this journey, has been shared and traveled together.
To be quite honest, after 21 years together, I could truthfully say that twitter has strengthened our unity.
Anyway…
Back to the plot…
4k followers and six months later, I realised that my writing was being lost beneath the pictorial pleasures, so next step, Miss Tiff Eying…
Time to write erotica.

And that I did, until one day, a little more of Megan snuck through the mask and then a bit more, and so on and so on… Tiff became Megan.
I had people crushing on me, as Megan, ‘not for my words’…
Do you know how insulting it is for a writer to hear that it’s not your words that they’re interested in?
Let me just say, it crushed me.
Yes, I have a mighty ego. I thoroughly enjoy live, interactive word play.
I also have a serious twittaddiction.
I adore having three mornings a day! Mine, Englands, and Americas…
With the rest of the day spent welcoming the whole world into the day I’ve just finished.
Beneath all these masks, I found me. I found the freedom to explore my writing styles, the immense amount of adoration that I have for so many people I’ve never met, and most likely never will. But most of all, I found that each moment spent reading others masked minds has assisted mine in expanding to a point where I’m finally comfortable with who I am.
I would never admit how many hours I’ve spent on my timeline. What I will say, is that I left my job, to stay at home and write, and so far, a year has past, with no book, not even close.
I do have, some of the most priceless friendships I’ve ever had.
I do have 60+ blogs that are getting more personal and legible as I grow.
I do have a brand new account that is dedicated to the unmasked me.
Megan Kay.
I do have a delicious husband, three sons, a wonderful family, and as of two days ago, real life friends reading my words.
I do have a long way to go.
I do have an immense amount of respect for each path I cross, be it for a lifetime, a few moments, or a breath.
I do have passion pumping through my veins.
I do have a journey ahead of me that I am totally freaked out by, and simultaneously elated by the possibilities that will be presented to me, when the universe desires.
I do have a heart that holds compassion, I am touched, by every word that I read, and the soul that experienced it, and then chose to share it, with me, and the world.
I do know, that I am responsible for each word I write.
I do know, that I am learning with each passing moment.
I do know, that I have love.
I am love
I am Me
I am
Let’s do this!

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To see
a compilation of letters
drip
with such elegance
Scribed
as if directly from my core
I must
know more…
Who is this creature
that is housed
so deeply
in my mind
that resides
with eyes
that rest
upon another worldly shore?
Surely
our lives
can’t be needing
feeding
from the same cup
I must
know more…
Passions
of such similar waves
Pains
of reflections gaze
all conspiring
to titillate
my over active mind
I derive
that we must
be
meant to be
I must
know more…
Your heart aches
as does mine
Your soul cries
the same salty droplets
that fills the ocean
that divides
our meet
I must
know more…
How
can such a sporadic
tweet
be all
that was missing
from my existence
my journey?
Oh…
It wasn’t meant for me…
What was I thinking?

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Absorbed
in the fantasies
of others words
I rest
my naked frame
nestling the bound pages
across my chaise lounging torso
Unaware
at first
that you
had filled the wing back chair
it was your heated glare
that sent a wave of chills
over my pale flesh
Believing
it was the script
that dripped
my eyes traveled faster
my breath deepening
as the words of desire
infused
my core
It was the sound of your belt
being pulled through the buckle
that startled
my wandering hand
to pause
although
my body demanded more
Then a zipper
caught my attention
my eyes darting
to find
your long body
sunken so sublimely
your hand reaches in
to release
him
The sound
of the book
tumbling to the ground
startled my glare
yet conjured your lips to curl
in that smirk
I know
oh so well
Your girth
so utterly perfect
as it escapes the confines
of your trousers
My arousal
climbing
with a twist
of my stiffening peaks
Good book?
you scoff
as your eyes wander
across
the entire length
of my now achingly wanton flesh
I arch
at your carnal stare
My teeth
taking to my lower lip
as your hand
so slowly slips
down
the length of your shaft
My audible gasp
as your touch
twitches
Tracing my curves
my fingertips glide
as your eyes fix
on my parting thighs
One smooth stroke
between my moistened lips
conjures your sigh
I lift to taste
the sweet flavour
you create

My tongue tracing my lips
Your thumb
takes to the tip
as you roll it
over
so gently
knowing
that my tongue
just longs to be there
You moan
as a single pearl sits
alone
at the peak
of your shimmering helmet
You take your forefinger
across the tip
and taste
him
Twisting my body
in order to tease
my need
is your desire
My fingers circling
my now swollen nub
the sounds
of passion
growing
Your stroke
long
and slow
as mine
grows in pace
My heart racing
my other hand
busily taunts
my puckered nipples
Devouring your every movement
my body tingles
in bated anticipation
Knowing
that each long stroke
of your hand
is of craving
me
Two fingers
slipping
between my lips
only to sink
and curl
as my palm
continues to press
on my achingly stiff clit
Toes curling
as fiery waves
rage through my veins
You pick up the pace
twisting
at the tip
Oh fuck!
My heart skipped
Your free hand
releasing
the grip of the armrest
you unbutton
ever so slowly
exposing luscious dark curls
Your silk tie
flicked over your shoulder
I giggle
My mind reeling
as your hand
slaps that solid shaft
my cheeks blush
in memory
of just that touch
You’re such a fucking tease
I scoff
I shift
and sit
so you can watch
Driven to the end
of my ability to withstand
this force
that courses
just by watching your hand
My body shivers
as it delivers
Throwing my head back
unable to see
my moans
filling the air
as I coat
my deeply penetrating digits
again
And again!
The blistering inferno
tearing through my bones
my swollen lips
deepening
into the shade of lust
you thrust
and spill
your hot jets
Streams
of combined sighs
as yours
and my
orgasms explode
over our voyeuristic desires
Mmmm now
my love…
You slowly breathe
Lets just call that foreplay
shall we…